The Side Effects They Don'T Advertise Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick

HEY!
There's a door,
Angels crying
No wings to fly in.

Hell, I don't mind it.
What's the mystery behind it?
Shall I know?
NO!
I prefer to be melody blinded
My veins grind as if
A million serpents
Inside him are fighting
Symphony of my own breed
HEY Baby..
my blood boils,
& beneath
MY..
Heart
I swear I saw a shed of light..
Ending the start.
I can't change
I won't change
Too many personalities to,
HIde.
So much pain,
IN
My ember tempered mind
Remember to smile
Forgetting to cry
Restrict these tears,
Through listless years,
So I may set fire
From inside